I can not believe that I left my cell phone at the audition. Now I have to go back, if they let me in, and if no one has taken it. By this time I am exhausted and I really don't feel like being bothered due to this unbelievable adventure. I found a park about two miles away, start the hike in these heels and prepare a colorful lie to tell to get back into the auditorium. As expected I am met at the door by "Big Angry" the security guard. I begin with the truth, I politely explain to him that I left my phone charging in the waiting room and it is very important that I retrieve the phone because that was the only number that I left for call backs. It was silent; he didn't even crack a smile. At that point we both were caught in a stare off, I was prepare to wait all night if need be. All I knew is that I was not leaving without phone.

Luckily, There was a man there who was apart of the cleaning crew who over heard the story and brought the phone out to me. "Is this your phone ma'am?" "Yes it is! And thank you so much for finding it! "Thank you Jesus!" I said to myself. Now all I wanted to do was go home, get in the bed and go to sleep. On the way to my car I had this weird feeling that I was being followed. This is all I need. I am in San Francisco, too far from my car, and I have on the wrong shoes to "bust a stride". I decide to duck into a restaurant so that I could lose the loser. But it didn't work. I end up running smack dab into him. He smiles and apologized for startling me but wanted to request my services. I told him in a few choice words that I was not that kind of girl and if he didn't want this fork in his eye, then it would be wise if he did a U turn back to where he came from.

Again he apologized and told me that he saw me at the America's Next Top Model audition and that I would be a perfect for the fashion show that was going on in L.A.

I'll admit that I was interested so I let him tell me exactly what was going on. He explained that his job had moved him to their sister company in L.A. He said that he was originally from the Bay Area and he was able to convince his colleges that some of the best looking women are from up north. He said that he knew that the audition were going in the area were he had appointment to see other women from a few agencies. He decided to stop by to see the gorgeous women flock to the audition with hope of becoming America's Next Top Model. The man explained that he seen me from a far, but missed the opportunity to say anything me until he seen me again at the security entrance. So he chased me down and here we are. All I could say is that he sounds convincing and I didn't have anything to lose.

The young man gave me his business card and told me what he was looking for. He said that All-star weekend was coming up and they need six girls to showcase a new and exciting line due out next season. He told me that it was a well paid gig with perks, and if I was interested, I needed to get back to him no later than Friday so that arrangements could be made. I took his card and tried to show no visual excitement, but on the inside, I was screaming! The gentleman left the restaurant. I quickly left behind him, and got in my car, and smiled to my self for about 48 hours. But I slowly came down from the heaven when the phone rang. One of my friends told me that her friend got a call back from America's Next Top Model to go to the second round. After we hung up I immediately went into making excuses about why I didn't get a call back. You know, the "They are probably calling people in alphabetical order", or "My cell phone was probably out of range when they called me." Somehow these few little phases always made me feel better even though I know deep down inside, I wasn't one of the chosen ones.

It was around Thursday when I had enough of the "Why not me" party so I decided to give my stalker a call. I called and got his machine, I left a message and to my surprise he called me right back. He told me that he was afraid that I didn't believe him and thought that he would have to find someone else. I told him that I was still available and I would gladly accept his invitation. We hung up and about five minutes later I received a fax. It was a detailed description of the two day event. I was to get on a plane, meet the designated person at baggage claim, get dropped off at the hotel, sleep and prepare for the show that evening. But it didn't quite happen like that, all I can say is that I was dropped off at a building with no name on it and none of the streets looked familiar. I still tried to play it cool, you know, like I fly to L.A and do shows all the time. But deep inside I am a ball of nerves, did I go too far? Why didn't I do any research? Do I really know these people?

I think the best thing for me to do is to sit down, calm down and stop jumping to conclusions. Besides, there are four guys here no girls, plenty of alcohol and enough marijuana to go around…. Twice. On second thought, I think that I should have stayed at my pity party.